To be Alive

Sulking fingers play
On shaky hands
The vile song of hate.
He breathes his fire,
Spouting fear with
Biggoted tongue.
He claims the “truth” resides
Among his yellowed paper
Of ancient script.
Those words, hateful words
Those meaning lost
Along the centuries of learning.
Oh I see, I see, it’s a terrible
“Light” blinds, blinds through war, through fear, through hate.
But it’s only a book, an ancient tale about a man.
Have you forgotten?
Forgotten what it’s like to be human, head and mind,
Guts and blood, love and compassion.
No you live by a book of
Love causing hate.
Yes, I find it ironic, in a sad parental like.
You say your master sings love into your heart,
Yet you bicker and fight as starved puppies over a crumb of bead.
Arguing over his word, terrified of those who don’t agree.
And I fear,
I fear the end.
Not of this life,
But of humanity.
Of a connection to the world, as brother and sister.
Not through a book but through our lives. Through our love.
That is what it should mean to be alive




Yell from the rooftops
Of jagged mountainous rocks
to the masses below
Gathered in flocks

Yell until their ears burn
Firey words from depths soul
Fight your battle tall
Never slink to a foxhole

Yell the love, the hope, freedom
Your view is not absurd
Shout it to the world
Let your voice be heard

Wow is Y upon us already. This challenge has flown by. My A-to-z challenge theme inadvertently turned into poems and photos about life and looking into ones self as well as the world around us.

This challenge has helped me do that same thing and often times it seems as though the negative things in the world flood out the positive.  Yell is a poem about making sure your voice is heard. Never let hatred stop you from saying what right and fighting for what is right.


I am thirsty
Begging for a drink
Of your lips moisture
A moisture that would flood me
Bringing life’s water and
Growing wildflowers in my soul

I am starving
Longing for a touch
of your warming glow
Heating my core and pumping
My blood through my
Heart that is yours

I would rather
Go deaf and never hear another
Bird chirp or a child’s laughter
Than to never hear your whispers
Soft and moist upon my ear

I would rather
go blind and never gaze upon
Another sunset or gracefully arching colors
After a spring rain
Than to to never peer into your
Eyes as they peer into mine

I would rather
Be nothing, lost among a crowd
Standing hid in sight of everyone
Invisible to even myself If I didn’t have you
I am forever yours, asking
Forever me mine


I wrote this a few months back and thought it would be good for the A-to-z challenge letter V. I almost did a character bio on one of my characters from my Perfect 200 page, Valentino, but decided that I wanted to stay with the poems or photography I have done throughout the challenge. Anyway I hope you all enjoy. Happy Friday.

L Words


to the elder
He has lifetimes
Of knowledge to share;
to theĀ  children
For they will tell us
What they need to learn

Shackles will keep us
A Stagnant pool;
by dreams
Staring at the heavens

To the fated
Feel free
to change;
To the Elapsed
Learn from

With fervor
Give everything
It’s veneration;
With acceptance
Receive wholeheartedly



We are
What we are
Bound together
By air
By breath
By time
We are
But co-inhabitants
Sharing one home
One sky
One earth
We are
Who we are
We are

I wish we could all step back and take a look at our world and see that we are all part of a larger community of people and that kinship isn’t simply a matter of blood relations.



todays letter is G, I chose ghost but did something a little different with it. I chose to ghost as a memories that haunts us, I work with people that have Alzheimer’s disease. They are always in their own world.

Relics of the past
memories of once
forgotten touches flood

her fingers rub images
that she holds in her mind
talking to children

long past their prime
they console her
with words unheard

locked in a world
only she can see
ghosts only she can hear